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ajremixThe one thing about moving is that when you get to the junk drawers (or drawers where I stick papers of half-written drabbles/ideas that I haven't gotten around to typing up yet) you find interesting things. Such as this little drabble I'm now presenting. If you can't guess, it's about a month old.
Title: Faith by Candlelight
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 632
Characters: Zaraki, Nemu
Summary: Reaction piece to chapter 204.
It was too late for this shit. He barely got Yachiru sleeping an hour ago and he had to get the division up and training by sunrise on top of all the paperwork piled on him now that he was short two officers. Zaraki growled to himself, striding down the halls like he had someone to beat within an inch of their life.
The night duty was on patrol in the hall by the officer’s quarters and snapped at attention when he saw Zaraki stalk by. “Uh, Captain!” He paled. “Y-You don’t have to go down there- I just checked an’ everythin-“
“Keep walkin’.”
“But-“
Zaraki stopped and glared. “Walk yer goddamn post.”
“Yes, sir!”
Che! Zaraki snorted as the duty scampered off. Like he didn’t know what was going on in his own fucking division. He strode up to the first door and shoved it wide open, striding in like it was his.
“Oi, woman!” In the dark he saw her jump and try to slink back. “I already know yer there.” Zaraki closed the door before reaching for the matches on the nightstand, lighting up the candle next them. “C’mere.”
Slowly, kneeling out of the shadows, Nemu bowed her head. “I…” Unable to think of any excuse, she fell silent.
“I don’t give a shit ‘bout guys bringin’ their women in the barracks. But I draw the line when they ain’t here with ‘em.” He eyed the girl and sat down. “The other men seem to have problems keepin’ their hands to ‘emselves. Women too, for that matter.”
Her hands clenched at her thighs. “I apologize, Zaraki-taichou.”
“Che.” Zaraki scratched at his chest and wished he brought his pipe with him. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“I’m sorry for disturbing you.” She stood up. “Good night, Zaraki-tai-“
“Siddown.”
Nemu blinked. “I’m sorry.”
“I said sit.” He pointed in front of him. “There.”
Carefully Nemu knelt on the chosen patch of floor, keeping her face and discomfort hidden.
“Why’re ya here?”
“…I couldn’t sleep.”
“Why come here when you know he’s gone?”
Nemu’s gaze slid sideways for a brief flicker and Zaraki followed it to the open closet and the uniform that lay crumpled on the floor. Fuckin’ perfect.
“What, you afraid?” Zaraki leaned in close to the vice-captain. “You think he ain’t gonna make it?”
“Ayasekawa-san said-“
“Yumichika’s a fuckin’ drama queen. You think they woulda gone if there weren’t gonna win?”
Nemu bit her lip. “I just… I’m just worried.”
Zaraki waved vaguely. “That guy don’t go down easy. Trust me on that. He knows he’s gonna die fightin’, but he’s got better things to die for.” He eyed her briefly. “Got better things ta live for, anyway.”
When Nemu looked up at him- fearful, sad but wanting so badly to hope –Zaraki felt his insides twist.
“Look,” he said gruffly, getting back on his feet and trying to frown intimidatingly, “if you think he’s gonna die from somethin’ as simple as this, you’re carin’ ‘bout the wrong guy. He’s been through worse, he’ll go through worse.” Zaraki put a hand on the door and said over his shoulder, “Blow the candle out, wouldya? Don’t wanna go advertisin’ an’ all.”
Nemu stood again and bowed. “Thank you Zaraki-taichou. I will-“
“The fuck you think yer goin’?”
Nemu’s words fumbled. “…I’m sorry?”
“I ain’t turnin’ ya out.” Zaraki growled. “Just don’t make a mess, eh? And stop apologizin’ all the damn time.”
She gaped soundlessly until the door shut, the force of it blowing the candle out. “Th…” Nemu crawled back into the darkness and buried herself in the linger warmth and scent of Ikkaku’s uniform. “…thank you.”
Zaraki, meanwhile, stalked back down the hall even more pissed than before. When Ikkaku got back he was going to kill that boy.
Title: Faith by Candlelight
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 632
Characters: Zaraki, Nemu
Summary: Reaction piece to chapter 204.
It was too late for this shit. He barely got Yachiru sleeping an hour ago and he had to get the division up and training by sunrise on top of all the paperwork piled on him now that he was short two officers. Zaraki growled to himself, striding down the halls like he had someone to beat within an inch of their life.
The night duty was on patrol in the hall by the officer’s quarters and snapped at attention when he saw Zaraki stalk by. “Uh, Captain!” He paled. “Y-You don’t have to go down there- I just checked an’ everythin-“
“Keep walkin’.”
“But-“
Zaraki stopped and glared. “Walk yer goddamn post.”
“Yes, sir!”
Che! Zaraki snorted as the duty scampered off. Like he didn’t know what was going on in his own fucking division. He strode up to the first door and shoved it wide open, striding in like it was his.
“Oi, woman!” In the dark he saw her jump and try to slink back. “I already know yer there.” Zaraki closed the door before reaching for the matches on the nightstand, lighting up the candle next them. “C’mere.”
Slowly, kneeling out of the shadows, Nemu bowed her head. “I…” Unable to think of any excuse, she fell silent.
“I don’t give a shit ‘bout guys bringin’ their women in the barracks. But I draw the line when they ain’t here with ‘em.” He eyed the girl and sat down. “The other men seem to have problems keepin’ their hands to ‘emselves. Women too, for that matter.”
Her hands clenched at her thighs. “I apologize, Zaraki-taichou.”
“Che.” Zaraki scratched at his chest and wished he brought his pipe with him. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“I’m sorry for disturbing you.” She stood up. “Good night, Zaraki-tai-“
“Siddown.”
Nemu blinked. “I’m sorry.”
“I said sit.” He pointed in front of him. “There.”
Carefully Nemu knelt on the chosen patch of floor, keeping her face and discomfort hidden.
“Why’re ya here?”
“…I couldn’t sleep.”
“Why come here when you know he’s gone?”
Nemu’s gaze slid sideways for a brief flicker and Zaraki followed it to the open closet and the uniform that lay crumpled on the floor. Fuckin’ perfect.
“What, you afraid?” Zaraki leaned in close to the vice-captain. “You think he ain’t gonna make it?”
“Ayasekawa-san said-“
“Yumichika’s a fuckin’ drama queen. You think they woulda gone if there weren’t gonna win?”
Nemu bit her lip. “I just… I’m just worried.”
Zaraki waved vaguely. “That guy don’t go down easy. Trust me on that. He knows he’s gonna die fightin’, but he’s got better things to die for.” He eyed her briefly. “Got better things ta live for, anyway.”
When Nemu looked up at him- fearful, sad but wanting so badly to hope –Zaraki felt his insides twist.
“Look,” he said gruffly, getting back on his feet and trying to frown intimidatingly, “if you think he’s gonna die from somethin’ as simple as this, you’re carin’ ‘bout the wrong guy. He’s been through worse, he’ll go through worse.” Zaraki put a hand on the door and said over his shoulder, “Blow the candle out, wouldya? Don’t wanna go advertisin’ an’ all.”
Nemu stood again and bowed. “Thank you Zaraki-taichou. I will-“
“The fuck you think yer goin’?”
Nemu’s words fumbled. “…I’m sorry?”
“I ain’t turnin’ ya out.” Zaraki growled. “Just don’t make a mess, eh? And stop apologizin’ all the damn time.”
She gaped soundlessly until the door shut, the force of it blowing the candle out. “Th…” Nemu crawled back into the darkness and buried herself in the linger warmth and scent of Ikkaku’s uniform. “…thank you.”
Zaraki, meanwhile, stalked back down the hall even more pissed than before. When Ikkaku got back he was going to kill that boy.
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Date: 2005-12-28 02:22 am (UTC)Ikkaku? That's what you get for making your woman worry.